Thursday, February 27, 2014


 How does it feel? 

How does it feel you ask?

It feels like nails digging on flesh
Like blades cutting on skin
Feels like tears on the verge of breaking
Like eyes closed in pain
And lips wincing in the same

It feels like bad memories
That only hurt
But leave out the certain ecstasy
In the bridged pain
Your problems were forgotten
Your sins where all forgiven

It feels like dark magic
Distant yellow light
And blood spilling gently
Iron tasting on my mouth
Carefully composed lines on human canvas

It feels like glory
Until someone knocks the door
And your heart feels palpitations
And you can’t cover up the evidence fast enough

It feels like tortured emblems
Feels like pain
That’s exactly how it feels.

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